Cara Soriano (desertworship) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-13 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | cara soriano, set |
WHO: Cara & Set
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHERE: The Temple of Set, California
WHAT: The prodigal devotee returns.
Cara wasn't wearing a helmet and she kept her cheek pressed against the back of the boy riding the motorbike as she held onto him, her eyes closed and imagining another man with a bike. But the last time she'd ridden on a motorbike she'd been clinging to a never-tiring Egyptian goddess as they crossed the country with Set and Osiris' heads in a bag.
This, she supposed, was preferable.
At the Temple she told him to leave her at the gate and from there she made her way in, looking like some criminal teenager in the old holey Slayer t-shirt she'd taken from the ex-boyfriend (she'd not really packed ahead), her worn-out jeans and her hair messy from the ride even in its ponytail. She almost wished that was enough of a disguise that no one here would recognise her. Cara felt like she had betrayed these people and any of them who had died - either from Apep or Set or the other Egyptians - was on her hands. It made her feel old and tired. (Even more tired than she already felt.)
She made her way inside quietly, managing to avoid anyone as she slipped down the corridor to the small wing that was put aside for Set if he chose to visit. The door was not locked and she slipped inside holding her breath and then closed it behind her with a click. "Lord?" she called quietly, her voice wavering a little.